There is such a thing as voice-recognition software; it's too bad there isn't such a thing as mind-recognition software--because I've written lots of posts in my head during the middle of the night nursing sessions.
Here are some titles:
Letter to my bishop
On being a mother and being a daughter
"Showered" with gifts
Reflections on baptism
And yet--they are somehow pretty much all about my baby. I can't help it--she is my heart.